I, Jiang Yan, Nan Zi, Jia, Shen Zi'an, and Zhu Lei sat at the dining table near the corner, waiting for the waiter to get the menu, and each ordered a dish.

During the meal, few people spoke. Jiang Yan tried to start a topic several times, but they all ended in failure. In the end, she chewed the fish-flavored pork shreds in disappointment, glanced at me, and coughed: "It's said that the truth is often in the hands of a few people. This seems to be true. OK, Mirror classmate asked everyone to come back to their knowledge today. Hey, how do you know that the inkstone box is a Japanese antique? Don't you always say that you don't understand antiques?"

While eating, I said, "I have seen it by chance before, but by chance." In fact, I should say I have seen it later.

Nanzi rolled her eyes and said, "Say that again? Why are there so many coincidences? Look, it's clear that you are pretending to be stupid!"

Da Jia laughed dryly: "Mirror, I'm sorry. I just said you said you were there, uh, I'm very embarrassed now. Look at my brother, I blushed."

Xiao Jia smiled bitterly and said, "Who thinks it is true? It seems that the experts cannot believe everything."

Nanzi smiled and said, "Let's believe in the mirror in the future. Those who believe in the mirror will have eternal life."

He laughed and made a few jokes. At this time, Shen Zi'an, who had been silent, spoke. He hesitated for a moment, sighed, and looked at me seriously and said, "Oh, I'm convinced this time. Gu Jing, we may have had some small collisions before, I hope you don't mind, come and have a drink."

When someone respects me one foot, I respect others one foot. I picked up the teacup and said, "You are so serious, do it."

Jiang Yan chuckled: "That's right. How good is it to be harmonious. Come on, cheers!"

Everyone raised their cups, but Zhu Lei did not move.

After everyone's eyes were focused on him, Zhu Lei, who looked not very good-looking, stood up from his seat: "I have something to do, I'm back." After that, he left the restaurant without looking back.

Jiang Yan cut and curled her lips, "If you are wrong, you are wrong. You can't let go of your face and admit it. Don't pay attention to him, let's eat."

I picked up a big leak, so this meal was naturally my account.

When I got home by car, I secretly carried the inkstone box back to my hut, opened the door of the desk cabinet, and gently put it in.

This trip to CCTV Tower made unexpected results. Not only did I get the inkstone box smoothly, but I only spent 30,000 yuan at a low price. It is also worth mentioning that some extremely important words were drawn from Mr. Qian. His friend actually had such inkstone boxes, and more than one piece. This news undoubtedly inspired me. Perhaps in the opinion of President Shi, it was just a good Japanese antique, and it was over 100,000 yuan, but only I knew that the potential value of the inkstone box was not just that, so I did not sell it easily at that time.

I had a plan in my mind. I sat on the mat, took out my cell phone, and called Mr. Qian’s friend.

After three sounds, a middle-aged man's voice came from over there: "Hey?"

"Hello, is it Uncle Xu?"

"Your key"

"Oh, you don't know me, it was Mr. Qian who gave me a call, I."

Before I could finish speaking, Uncle Xu said, "Oh, Lao Qian called just now. You are the young man who bought his inkstone box. I know you, tell me, what's the matter?"

"This may not be clear on the phone. If it is convenient, can I go to your house? I mainly want to see the antiques you collected."

"Come to home?" Uncle Xu paused and said, "Okay, take a note of the address, in Haidian District."

After he said this, my heart was placed in my stomach, and I could hear that he wanted to sell it, otherwise he would not let me go to his house. However, a problem followed. After spending 30,000 yuan, there was only a little more than 30,000 yuan left in my bank card, which might not be enough to buy other Japanese antiques in his hand. However, I had to go. If Mr. Qian got the news that the inkstone box was genuine and then told Uncle Xu, the price would be unsure.

Alas, let's take a look at it one step at a time.

I took off my sweat-soaked clothes, changed into a clean shirt, and went straight to Haidian District with the note with the address.

In a tower two kilometers east of Tsinghua University.

Ding Dong, Ding Dong, I pressed the doorbell of the house on the west end of the second floor with a dark green security door.

Crack, the door inside opened, a young man five or six years older than me, "Who are you looking for?"

"My name is Gu Jing, I've made an appointment with Uncle Xu."

The young man said oh, stretched out the security door: "Please come in." When I entered the room, he bent down and took a pair of plastic slippers, and shouted to it: "Dad, the person is here."

The tower is relatively old, and his house should have been decorated very early. Many places of the wooden floor have lost color and are a little loose. It makes a creaking sound when I walked into the living room with young people. When I followed the young into the living room, the bedroom door to the south was slowly pushed open from the inside. A middle-aged man in his fifties walked out. He might be sleeping, with a slightly tired color at the corner of his eyes. "It's time to arrive? It's hard to find my tower. I thought you'll have to arrive at three o'clock, so I'll have a sleep first."

I smiled and said, "I came here by taking a taxi. The driver happened to know this place and pulled me downstairs."

"If you are tired, sit down first and have some tea."

"Don't be polite, I'm not tired." Sitting on the sand with Uncle Xu, I said, "I heard from Mr. Qian, the inkstone box he collected from you. Do you have any similar ones?" Seeing Uncle Xu nodding slightly, I tentatively said, "Where did you buy these things? Why haven't I seen them on the market?"

Uncle Xu shook his head and said, "It was not bought. It was given to me by an old friend. He said that this thing must be valuable and asked me to keep it. I had the opportunity to sell it in the future. I asked him what the thing was. He didn't tell me at that time. Who would have thought that I have never seen anyone since then and I don't know where I went. Oh, later, when Lao Qian came to the house, I took a fancy to one, so I sold it to him." Some words were vague. I thought there was something else in it. I was not convenient for me to ask, and there was no need to ask. I only care whether those things were real. Whether they were stolen or stolen, it had nothing to do with me.

Only, can I see something?"

Uncle Xu said goodbye, got up and took me to the bedroom, pointed to a glass cabinet and said, "That's all.

There were many objects in the white glass cabinet on the east wall. The top row was a few old black and white photos. Below were scattered coins and small bowls. I looked carefully and found that there should be nothing valuable. My vision gradually went down. I saw something similar to the inkstone box that Mr. Qian said, but it disappointed me.

A Ming and Qing pen holder, a square inkstone, and a brush.

After my hard work over the days, I can probably see some tricks. The pen holder is very stiff and obviously made of old man. Inkstones and brushes are ordinary and are both modern handicrafts. Yes, these are all small pieces of study and are similar to inkstone food! But in my opinion, it is today's "bang," which is completely inseparable. Is it because Mr. Qian said something similar to them? I'm dizzy. Wasn't that a waste of time?

I said disappointedly: "What are these given to you by your friend? They are with the inkstone box?"

Uncle Xu nodded: "Yes, and the one on the far right are all together."

The thing on the right is two tumbler, so it is naturally not worth it.” Hey, no!

I looked over there and calmly looked at it: "Can you get started?" After hearing Uncle Xu say that, I opened the glass door, reached out and touched two irregular oval objects, took it, and my heart suddenly jumped. No, this is definitely not something that is not a wooden one, hollow, there is nothing inside. Moreover, the bottoms of them are flat and cannot be moved freely. After a closer look, these two things that look like tumblers were contained in a box. The box only has four sides, both sides are empty, and there is a small copper handle on the top.

Could this be...

To be honest, I don't know this thing, but I'm almost certain that it comes from Japan like an inkstone box.

Because the painting style above is similar to that of the inkstone box, it is also a gold-drawing technique.

I didn't write the excitement on my face, and quietly put the object back to its original place. I took the inkstone and looked at it for a few times before turning around and said casually: "Uncle Xu, how much do you plan to sell these things?"

Uncle Xu was not stupid either. He pointed to the pen holder, inkstone and brush: "You can give these three things to you, but those two round things are definitely not sold without 200,000 yuan. This is an inkstone box, type, and valuable." When he spoke, his son also listened in the room and didn't interrupt.

"Two hundred thousand is too expensive." I shook my head without thinking: "And I don't know what this is? What kind of rivet is for? Do you know?" He only sold Mr. Qian for 80,000 yuan, but this one is not as good as the inkstone box, but it was 200,000 yuan at the beginning of the mouth, which was indeed a bit outrageous.

“That’s how it’s worth it.

"Uncle Xu didn't know what to do.

I said, "Uncle Xu, I am young, but don't treat me as a sucker. I think Mr. Qian told you all on the phone, right? I was there at that time, and I heard the words of the four experts in the treasure appraisal column really well."

Uncle Xu seemed to look at me with fearlessness: "Then do you want to buy it?" He didn't know what Mr. Qian said to him, but he seemed to be sure I wanted to buy it.

I said, "You think I have to buy it, and then if the lion speaks loudly, then we can't continue to talk about it. Haha, if you want to keep this kind of thing, please keep it for 200,000? I bought a pair of ice bracelets for only 200,000, right? Goodbye!" I pretended to leave, uh, it can't be considered pretending, it's really going to leave. Because the price of 200,000 is really too high, and this thing has never appeared in my memory in my previous life, so I naturally didn't dare to spend so much money to collect it.

I have to say that after the accident of Yuan blue and white porcelain, I have been much more cautious than before. In this way, I may miss many opportunities, but I will also avoid many risks.

When I left the bedroom, Uncle Xu's son seemed to be unable to calm down. The young man said, "Wait a minute, how much do you want?"

I stopped in the living room and thought about it, "You also know that I gave Mr. Qian 30,000 yuan in the inkstone box, but your thing is worse than the inkstone box. Well, I'm really there."

The young man glanced at his father, and Uncle Xu shook his head: "The expert may not be right. Besides, my piece is different from an inkstone box. How do you know it is a fabricated product? We don't have to beat around the bush. Since you want to buy it, there must be your reason. One hundred thousand yuan, and a penny cannot be reduced."

I said, "Do you think your piece is real? It's different from Mr. Qian's inkstone box?"

Uncle Xu said: "That's natural. This thing is very finely crafted and patina is good. I've asked someone to identify it."

I asked back, "What about the appraisal certificate?" Seeing him talking nonsense, I said, "I understand, you don't know whether the thing is true or false, good or bad, and you are afraid that you will lose money if you buy less. But have you ever thought about it? Apart from me, how many people will be willing to spend tens of thousands of yuan to buy your thing in the future? And, how do you know that I will definitely not lose money if I buy it? Do you know what I do for?"

"What to do?" The young man retreated in confusion

I shook my head mysteriously without saying a word. This is a bargaining method and I cannot reveal the bottom to others.

Uncle Xu looked at me, but was still unmoved.

I bargained for a long time, and finally, I raised the price to 30,000, but the other party still bit 100,000 and didn't let go.

The young man probably thought that 30,000 yuan was not enough, so he pulled his father's clothes, "If you want to be sure, let's go to the appraisal office to appraise it?"

When I heard this, I immediately said, "If you want to sell it, I will get it to your house immediately. We will pay the money and deliver it in the same way. But if you want to think that the thing is worth 100,000, you can go to a professional institution for appraisal. But after the appraisal, if the expert also gives the statement that it is a fabricated product, if you want to go back and sell it to me, I can't give it to you 30,000 yuan, and you have to spend a considerable appraisal fee."

The young man looked at Uncle Xu: "What's wrong? Should I sell it or go to appraise it?"

After a while of silence, Uncle Xu said, "Assessment young man, are you here too?"

"Of course." My mind moved quickly. After Uncle Xu walked to the living room with his stuff, I suggested: "I have an idea. You two should not go to a professional institution. It is not worth it. Just take the stuff to the Liulichang store and see if anyone will spend 100,000 yuan to collect it. Of course, if you are not at ease, there are also professional appraisal places for Liulichang."

Uncle Xu thought about it and nodded: "Go to Liulichang to ask first."

The appraisal agency is not a waste of money. The experts there are involved in all aspects and have no biased knowledge. Someone must have specialized in foreign antiques. So, if I go to these places, I will probably have to lose money. Well, let alone, I don’t know if this is a missed. Maybe I can lose money if I buy it for 30,000 yuan. So, on the contrary, I can only spend more time and minimize the risk.

Our kind-hearted people took a taxi to Liulichang.

The young man looked very uneasy and looked at the things in his father's hand from time to time. Maybe he would rather sell them to me 30,000 yuan. Uncle Xu seemed to have confidence in his baby, and hugged him tightly. After getting off the car, he chose a larger door-side door and walked in, put the things on the counter and collected antiques. "There was no one in the store, it was empty, and there was an old man and a middle-aged man playing Go again.

Upon hearing this, the 60-year-old man put down his black chess piece and stood up from behind the counter, "Is this something?"

Uncle Xu pushed it forward: "Yes. How much is it worth?"

Staring at the thing that looked like a man, the old man looked suspicious, took the Sheng'e people to fly left and right, opened two more things to look at the structure inside, put the magnifying glass on the counter, shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't see what this is for."

Uncle Xu frowned and said, "If you look carefully, it will definitely be a good thing."

The old man pushed the thing: "Take it back, we can't accept it here."

Uncle Xu picked up the thing and turned around and said, "Change another one."

The one who went downstairs was an antique shop that sells porcelain. The owner was wearing glasses and was showing a young woman a plum vase. We waited for a while next to us. When the young woman left, Uncle Xu handed over the thing: "Sell something, see how much it is."

The boss took a sip of tea, picked up the things and looked up and down, and subconsciously said, "How much do you want to sell?"

Uncle Xu said directly: "100,000."

The boss almost sprayed out a mouthful of tea, and did not continue to look at it, putting down the thing: "Isn't this thing even an antique? I haven't seen it anyway, so take it back." Uncle Xu asked a few more questions unwillingly, but the boss took a newspaper and looked at it, shook his head and said he wouldn't accept it.

I changed home three times in a row, but without exception, everything was pushed back.
To be continued...